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Don’t Send Me No Angel
When I book out to check in
In a bar__ I reserve my way
Even in my darkest dungeon
Don’t send me no angel.
When I’m trapped in clouds,
Don’t let me kick it, please.
I promised to carry her love
Till my last life’s door is closed
& when the speaker yells out
With my favourite song,
Don’t send me no angel
’cause I’ve got heaven at home.
When I spread out my arms
& want to hold my heaven
Don’t send me no angel
’cause I’ve got heaven at home.
For My Future Wife by Mufasa Poet
This is, for my future wife.
There are things about me she should know.
So just incase you are reading this, hi!
My name is Kibet,
but most people call me Mufasa.
I spend my days uprooting words from the floors of my soul.
My mind has doors,
some thoughts have locked themselves at the back, but you should know..
I cut my nails after every week,
the first name that hits me when I see a dog is Snoopy,
and blue is not my favourite colour,
but I don’t mind if you come out of the blues!
See I know you are beautiful,
because that’s how I’ll notice you.
I know you have a smile that stretches like a hand that’s why people around you always feel touched.
I don’t know if the first time you say hi,
my earlobes will lock rhythm with my eardrums and make music that will last from ear to ear.
But I know what will attract me to you…
will be how strong and happy you are under the wings of the King of kings so my mind will find vision in your words when you say God bless you.
I know I will love you,
because…that’s the reason I will be with you!
But I know I will love you more because of your relationship with God,
when I’m away and I fall, you will send prayers that will pick me up, the soles of my feet will always touch the ground because your knees touched the ground for us.
So I hope you won’t mind, that I took the time to know you first, that my lips found the words to describe you before they could say I miss you.
And hey, the day I walk you down the aisle,
forget about numbers.
African as I am, there won’t be a number 3 or 2,
You won’t even need to be number 1…
when you will be the only one.
But I’m not naive,
I know as years go by we will introduce each other to new imperfections, so of course we will fight,
of course I will see you smile and I will see you mad,
of course I will have hold you me and I will have you push me
And I’m here praying, that my anger will always have a reason to pause on my elbow,
that my elbow will fall and I will never know how to raise my hands on you,
that I will know when to shut up, pull a chair, sit next to you and just love you.
And if you have a past…
I have a past too.
I just have faith that my romance will grow masseuse hands and try to massage the tense in your past.
For My Future Wife:
“Blue is not my favourite colour but I don’t mind if you come out of the blues..”
Video by BUNDI FILMS KENYA
Audio by Me N My Cousin
Additional Vocals by LUCAS MUKETHA
Featuring LOVYNA IKIRIZA
YOUTHS OF VALOUR.
The youths ought to emulate termites,
They’re the bedrock of the future
And the torch of hope in the dead of the night
When peace crumbles into pieces.
They’re the bedrock of the future
The youths of any nation under the sun.
When peace crumbles into pieces,
They tear themselves into bits to restore it.
The youths of any nation under the sun
Are a natural resource for the forces,
They tear themselves into bits to restore peace,
And to propel their people to prosperity.
A natural resource for the forces
In dark times when old men are resting.
The youths propel their people to prosperity
Rest assured that they have full control.
In dark times when old men are resting,
Youths become the light bulbs on towers
Rest assured that they have full control
Of the years to come with abundant peace.
Youths become the light bulbs on towers
When they try to be true to their nations,
To gift years to come with a flow of peace
Like a fountain across an arid plain.
When youths try to be true to their nations,
Nothing ever stands in the way of peace
Like a fountain across an arid plain
Over the years and the years yet to come.
Nothing ever stands in the way of peace
With the torch of hope in the dead of the night.
Over the years and years yet to come
The youths ought to emulate the termites.
© Omadang Yowasi. UGA
Right on time and extremely necessary conversation! The entire continent on Africa is craving for real leaders. I have to add real, because almost all of the examples we have in leadership positions are not genuine. We however have many youth of valour who are rising up to the occasion and take up their space. Change is inevitable. It may be delayed but it can not be stopped.
“coloring this life
grass ain’t greener on the other side
remember not to forget
you really make my day
throw the dice
I need more ice in my glass
more colour in my eyes”
_Dreamer by nem r
AN ERA IN ERROR
Dawn adorns herself in a gown
That transcends her years
& it’s been her mode of dressing
Despite the influence of day.
In the days of a straw hat
& bark cloth nature nurtured us
Like her own relatives in the city
Before we copied manners.
Now we wear stale fashions
& designs created in disrespect
To nature’s delicate morality
& view those who adorn themselves
In kitenge or animal skins
With disdain in this dot com era.
© Omadang Yowasi
LORD HAVE MERCY
I sat on a hyped high table
& I was served poetry.
Alas!
I prayed to God to forgive me
For I judged the service
With a heart of synthetic nylon.
When I tasted the metaphors,
I called out for the waitress
& she timidly sent in a waiter
Who bowed & aided a Sorry
To escape from his quavering lips,
& I sarcastically said It’s okay.
I then twisted my fiery emotions
Into a volta of satisfaction
But I couldn’t portray an image
Of this poetry simile on my tongue,
& that’s how I feasted
On a Lord Have Mercy poetry.
© Omadang Yowasi
Rereading this for the third time. Such depth.
1 UserYou should do a sequel to this: https://fatumasvoice.org/225627/
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Ghana is a story
Birthed into hospitality
Engulfed in history
Overwhelmed with Christianity
Ghana is a story
Feels like comforting misery
Blinded by the cloak of poverty
Yet eye catching like a clothed dummy
Ghana is a story
Validation is a sought after currency
Where less given, the more expectancy
The account of this story lacks accountability
Ghana is a story
Ghana is a story… Africa is a story!
Mufasa Poet – Live In Concert – Raising a Sun
Spoken word poetry: Mufasa’s poem that will melt your heart
lovely words
Tear Drops and Mufasa infuse music with spoken word
awesome ,Revolution ndio form.
Mufasa Poet & TearDrops tackles RAISING A SUN Part 1 | Books and Blogs | LIFE & STYLE
Life and Style: Spoken word artist with Mary Mwaniki 27th September 2016
Romantic Spoken word – This is for my future wife
Change wont come
Gifted: Mufasa the Poet on KTN Tukuza Show
My Boys are Dying | Mufasa Poet | TEDxYouth@AKAMombasa
Performance poet Mufasa presents an original piece ‘My Boys are Dying’, in which he describes the plight of young Africans in a land of limited opportunities and the role they have in creating change.
Mufasa is a renowned Kenyan performance poet who uses spoken word art to tell stories and to humanize situations. Passionate about human dignity and justice, he uses concept events to discuss and showcase works that are meant to ignite conversations and instigate social consciousness.
Mufasa also serves as a judge and workshops facilitator at Poetry Slam Africa, a competition that aims to recognize poets and spoken word artists discussing a range of current issues affecting Africa and the world at large. This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community.
Beautiful <3